Boss Girls Productions - Anina isn?t into weak losers

Anina, the dominant boss lady, was determined to squash her employee's pathetic attempts at resistance. She knew exactly what turned him on: being used as a seatpad, and she was going to use him just like that. With her body, she skillfully took control of his every facet. He yearned for her total domination, but little did he realize that it would also involve her slowly smothering him under her ass. Anina straddled his held-down form, her generous cheeks enveloping his face like a suffocating blanket. The scent of her sweet, soft skin engulfed him as she pressed down harder and harder, slapping his chest when he tried to move or breathe. She chided him, "No moaning, you weak loser." His moans only seemed to fuel her desire for control even more. She shifted her weight, squeezing his nose between her plump naked thighs. He struggled to draw in air, his face burning with desire and humiliation. Anina's touch was all-consuming, her skin hot against his cheek. The anticipation of what she might do next heightened his senses as he waited for her next command. As Anina settled her sexy, rounded ass on his face once more, she sank deeper into his mouth. He felt her warmth enveloping him like an invisible glove, her fingers digging into his hair as she began to grind against his face. She rode him hard, forcing him to take her full weight. His tongue lapped at her folds, tasting her sweet nectar, while she suppressed a shudder of pleasure. Her hips undulated in a rhythm that left him feeling both used and aroused. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils as she ground her pussy against his face. He could feel her growing excitement, the tremors that shook her body. Every ounce of control he had was stripped away from him, leaving only his base instincts. Finally, Anina released him from her torturous hold. She stood up, her body glistening with sweat and ectase. "Aren't you glad that I have you?" Her voice was full of malice as she leaned down to whisper in his ear, "I can make you feel good... or I can make you wish you were never born." She gave him one last scathing slap before walking away, leaving him to wonder what would happen next. Anina had successfully established her dominance over him, and he knew that there would be more of this punishment to come. But despite the humiliation and pain, he couldn't help but yearn for more of her intoxicating control. His mind was filled with images of her firm, round ass crushing him into submission, and his body ached for it. He was addicted to her power, and he knew that he would do anything to please her.